I'm learning what gifts I have received from all of you that carry me forward day by day. Each gift is a link back to a special time, place and friend. I suppose you could call them heart strings.
The first thing I hear each morning is the cooing of the wild doves and my beloved friend, Joni (who loves and even raises doves), has struck a cord inside me before I'm even out of bed. As my feet hit the floor I am always careful not to step on a greyhound and am flooded by my connection to all my greyhound friends who are each so near and dear.
As I think about this past week I am astonished by the connections with loved ones that have buoyed me:
- a motorcycle ride
- the color blue
- mexican food
- a herd of wild horses
- beautiful piano music
- an elk tooth ring
- a "speedy" red truck stopped by the HP
- fall colors
- a mother and daughter holding hands
- a glass of red wine
- being called "Sis"
- orchids
- prayers of thanks and ones for safety
- heart to heart hugs
- lovely sunsets
- playing cards
- pretty rocks
- a little boy named Bill
- laughter
- fresh apple cider
- birkenstocks
- mashed potatoes
- football
- popcorn
